If you know Señora or if you are one of the 3.141592 dedicated readers of my blog, you know that Señora has been through two major back surgeries and still struggles with back problems.
I injured my back when I worked in a warehouse in my early 20s. I have had to deal with back problems, previously more off than on, as the result of a prolapsed disc stemming from that injury. As I have ceased to be young, this back problem has become more on than off. It has gotten to the point that I had to give up walking the golf course. Even with a push or pull cart my back will not let get through a round of golf, walking. Even with a riding cart, it is hard for me to play two days in a row. Gawd forbid, there comes a day when I have to give up golf completely.
Princess Lily, aka Tater Tot, aka Fuzzy Butt, aka The Wee Dog, is a quarter dachshund. This breed is famous for their back issues. The Wee Dog, who is 10, is no exception, and she is on medicine, again off and on, to control her pain from this.
We are a household of back problems.
I bring this up because the other night when I had to get up in the middle of the night (if you are old enough you will understand), I did what I always have to do when first getting out of bed. I stood there a minute to let my back do what feels like to me, stabilize. All this prompted Señora to say, as I then hobbled my way to the johnny, “we are a household of the Wounded Old.”
And so it is going.
I hear you